Chapter 33 #2
I’m unsure who said that, but I’m rearranged then spanked while bent over Tomás’ lap and sucking on him, with his cock livening, stiffening again, then sliding almost to my throat.
And all the while, Aaron plays with my rear end and my sopping pussy.
His fingers squish in and out of me, before his cock takes over, driving into my pussy while my walls crush onto him.
He grunts, he shoves. His thrust pushes me onto Tomás’ cock, and I choke for a second, until Tomás laughs and drags me off him by my hair.
“Got her under control?”
Tomás laughs. “Si. Fuck her hard now.”
He sets a hard rhythm, slapping in, shoving me back and forth, making me groan and dribble around Tomás shaft.
Aaron seems about to come, and I’m arching for him, yearning for the next assault of his thick cock. But he pulls out. On his back, he slides and worms his head between my legs. He slaps my thighs, making me spread wider and lower myself to his mouth.
Lower…lower…
Until his tongue touches my clit, and I gasp as it flickers across, and two or three of his fingers invade my pussy.
The squirm-worthy distraction of that tongue, while Tomás keeps mouth fucking me sends me cross-eyed.
I sink into the sensations. My clit is sucked, fingers thrust in, and Tomás uses my mouth.
All the wet noises, the whimpers I’m doing. Too much.
Too fucking mu…
Fuck…I’m arching hard, pressing down onto his mouth, while feeling that perfect lapping and softness luring me higher.
The tightness in my belly builds until I’m overwhelmed and thrown into the mind-obliteration of an orgasm.
My mouth’s an O around Tomás’ cock, as I suffer the last few shudders, muscles twitching.
A final slide of tongue over my swollen clit makes me jerk and gasp out a whimper.
I’m wobbly and barely able to stay up on hands and knees when Aaron fucks into me again.
He stalls there for several long seconds.
Then he launches into a stuttering flurry of thrusts.
Tomás spits out a fuck as he’s looking down at me swallowing the length of his cock.
He jerks into a second climax, pouring into my mouth.
With his come spilling I feel the swell inside my core as Aaron impales me fully deep, holds himself rigidly still, and spurts what seems an endless load of come.
“Fuck,” Tomás says as he pulls me off him by my hair then kisses my come-messed-up mouth.
After Aaron withdraws, he crawls up beside me and encourages me to flop down on the rug.
At first, I have no energy for anything but being sprawled like a ragdoll on my back.
Then we rearrange ourselves into a perfectly exhausted tangle.
Me, with my head on someone’s chest while the other man, fondles my breasts and kisses me and them.
I’m panting and exhausted, but this is so fine, so fucking fine.
I let my hand drift through his hair and find I have Tomás in before me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, turning to kiss the chest of the man under me, of Aaron.
It’s a softer dominance they gave me, and perfect for this day when the burden of the days in the hands of those other men hangs over me like a curse, just when I do not need them in my head.
“I’m so sorry,” Aaron whispers. I’m wrapped in his muscles and arms. He’s curled around me. “I shouldn’t have let you do what you did.”
I open my eyes and turn my head to meet his gaze. I’ve never seen him so raw and honest. Then I turn my whole body to face him, draw my fingers down the side of his face.
“No, you aren’t. Don’t be sorry. If we hadn’t, Georgia would be dead and they’d be off still killing women and…everything else.” I don’t want to detail what they did. “We were right, we were. No matter the cost.”
Tomás snuggles into my back. “I agree with you. Someone had to. And it was us.”
After a while of silence where we’re all, I guess, thinking back and hoping for a better future, I say softly, “What happens to Lucy if we go to Corfu?”
“Margaret will take her. She loves the dog. It takes months to get a dog to Greece from here. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
“You booked tickets? How did you know I had a passport?”
He swipes his finger down my mouth and leaves it there, curling out my lip, answers me just as quietly, “You think I couldn’t find out? It’s arranged. We fly out on a private jet owned by a friend.”
“Hmmm. Bad Dom.” My Doms. Never thought I’d have two dominant men in my life.
“You’re ours, remember,” Tomás kisses my nape, and I wriggle backward into him.
“This is the best sort of sandwich, guys.”
“So, if you’re the filling, does that makes us the bread?” Aaron muses.
“I’m the jalapeno.” Tomás’ teeth meet on my nape, and I shiver, closing my eyes and feeling my nipples spike under his fingers.
I open my eyes to find Aaron smiling at me. He grasps the front of my bare neck, half-circling it. “Your collar went missing. I’m not going to try finding the original, so we need a new one. A special one.”
Another hand clasps my neck from behind—Tomás’s. “I have an idea and a friend who can make it for us.”
“Before you both strangle me for calling you bread, there’s one last thing I want to do before we fly out.”
“Want? Do you have permission?” Aaron asks.
“There’s the Aaron I remember,” I whisper.
He grunts.
“What do you want, poquito,” Tomás says.
I run my hand over his and Aaron’s hands where they circle my neck, bumping from finger to finger, enjoying the movement of them as I breathe and the possession embodied in their grip.
There is also the scrumptious feel of their hard muscles against my legs, back and belly.
I wriggle around onto my back, settling into the best spot between them, then place my hand on Aaron’s chest where his heart must be and do the same for Tomás.
“I’d like to visit Riley’s grave. I went to her funeral, but I’ve never been back. It’s only an hour’s drive to get there.”